” “I was turned shortly after the Pestilence, the plague that they call the Black Death. And Miss Miniver fell discussing whether Goopes or Bernard Shaw or Tolstoy or Doctor Tumpany or Wilkins the author had the more powerful and perfect mind in existence at the present time. ‘Me, I am Mademoiselle Charvill, the granddaughter of Monsieur Jar-vis Re-men-ham. Gosse had come to Blaye, so he had said, feeling it his duty as the vicomte’s erstwhile secretary to deliver the fateful tidings, bringing with him one of the servant girls, Yolande, who had also escaped the fury of the mob. Wanted a clean sweep for elbowroom. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. A pretty piece. Sebastian spotted her among them instantly. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. Near by stood Ah Cum and the young unknown, the former protesting gently, the latter insistent upon his demands. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage.
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